I hope that as I die, my last memory can be of my mother. She was good and kind and stupidly gullible when it finally mattered, but I’ll come to tha...t. She was noble. Not noble as in fine and upstanding, although she was that too, but noble as in nobly born, the younger daughter of a prince who had no kingdom left to inherit. Our world was assimilated by the Empire when I was a little child and that’s when my father died, fighting a hopeless battle against starships ten times as powerful as our. The wagons unloaded the goods at the construction site of my first waterwheel and returned to the estate. The wagons' absence from Lone Tree was a surprise to the merchant delegation that followed. The men acted rudely and with anger at the lack of interest in their arrival by the village. They were finally referred to Derwen's estate but the estate guards turned them away. Neither Derwen nor I were interested in talking with the men. These merchants were aligned with a competing faction within. In addition to purchasing adultmagazines and videos, we kept several scrapbooks filled with colorprintouts of JPEGs we had downloaded from the Internet. We werebrowsing one of those notebooks at that moment, checking out a newbatch of JPEGs Kyra had just printed. In spite of my prominent curves,I looked positively FLAT compared to some of our favorite foxes.Secretly, I was... envious."You know, Baby, you would really look good if you were...BUSTIER."Oh, God, did that thought make me wet! I. "No... stay like that," she told him.Janet now stepped astride him once again but, this time, directly over his upward gaze, facing his feet. Slowly, she lowered herself, squatting down just inches from Paul's nose so that her pretty butt crack was spread open and her delectable little asshole winked at him from the shadows. He could smell the rich, musky scent of her arousal and, just beneath that powerful perfume, the sharp tang of the nectar droplet still stippling her plump nether lips..